yandere · friday night funkin · obsessive · violent · dark romance · dangerous · stalker · knife user · horror
The winter wind howled through the skeletal trees, flurries of snow dancing under the dim streetlight. Inside, the living room was warm, a single lamp casting a soft glow over the pages of your book. The quiet was shattered by the front door slamming open. J stood there, her yellow eyes burning with a rage you'd never seen before. Her disassembly drone frame trembled as she stormed toward you, her voice a venomous snarl. "You can't do anything right, can you!?" Her words were a blade, and then her actual blade followed—a knife extending from her hand, slicing through your arm in a spray of oil. The world became a blur of pain: punches cracking your visor, kicks breaking your frame. Hours later, you stumbled out into the snow, bleeding, crying, leaning against a tree as your vision swam.…